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The reflections of Sir Mulberry Hawk if such a term can be applied to the thoughts of the systematic and calculating man of dissipation, whose joys, regrets, pains, and pleasures, are all of self, and who would seem to retain nothing of the intellectual faculty but the power to debase himself, and to degrade the very nature whose outward semblance he wears the reflections of Sir Mulberry Hawk turned upon Kate Nickleby, and were, in brief, that she was undoubtedly handsome; that her coyness MUST be easily conquerable by a man of his address and experience, and that the pursuit was one which could not fail to redound to his credit, and greatly to enhance his reputation with the world.
And notwithstanding all the frowns and winks with which Mrs Nickleby intimated that she was going to say something which would clench the business at once, Kate maintained her point by an expressive look, and for once Mrs Nickleby was stopped upon the very brink of an oration. 'What are your accomplishments? asked Mrs Wititterly, with her eyes shut.
In the quick-following stories, "Oliver Twist" and "Nicholas Nickleby," the author passed from episode and comic characterization to what were in some sort Novels: the fiction of organism, growth and climax. His wealth of character creation was continued and even broadened. But there was more here: an attempt to play the game of Novel-making.
This crucial point in his life is marked by Nicholas Nickleby. It must be remembered that before this issue of Nicholas Nickleby his work, successful as it was, had not been such as to dedicate him seriously or irrevocably to the writing of novels. He had already written three books; and at least two of them are classed among the novels under his name.
But it was an ill wind that blew nobody good. The financial crisis through which he had passed had brought him in touch with J. C. Nickleby, and it was not long before his eyes had been opened to the unscrupulous methods that were being followed by the president of the Interprovincial Loan & Savings Company. He had called in his learned friend, Mr.
"It's taking chances." "'Nothing venture, nothing win," quoted Nickleby. "But I'll cover it up. Leave that to me." "Lawson has a lot of friends, remember. There's Ben Wade, for instance " "You needn't worry about him, Milt. He hasn't been able to get together more than thirty per cent. of the votes." "And there's Timothy Drexel He's a director, isn't he?" "That old fool!
Brother Charles, having followed her graceful figure with his eyes, turned to Mrs Nickleby, and said: 'We took the liberty of naming one hour before the real dinner-time, ma'am, because we had a little business to speak about, which would occupy the interval. Ned, my dear fellow, will you mention what we agreed upon? Mr Nickleby, sir, have the goodness to follow me.
As poor Mrs Nickleby was cooling not her heels alone, but her limbs generally at the street corner, Kate had no alternative but to make her known to Miss Knag, who, doing the last new carriage customer at second-hand, acknowledged the introduction with condescending politeness. The three then walked away, arm in arm: with Miss Knag in the middle, in a special state of amiability.
'My life, said Mr Mantalini, 'what a demd devil of a time you have been! 'I didn't even know Mr Nickleby was here, my love, said Madame Mantalini. 'Then what a doubly demd infernal rascal that footman must be, my soul, remonstrated Mr Mantalini. 'My dear, said Madame, 'that is entirely your fault. 'My fault, my heart's joy?
She chooses you, Mr Nickleby. She chooses as we, her dearest friends, would have her choose. Frank chooses as we would have HIM choose. He should have your sister's little hand, sir, if she had refused it a score of times; ay, he should, and he shall! You acted nobly, not knowing our sentiments, but now you know them, sir, you must do as you are bid. What!
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